This morning when Graham joined me in the kitchen he walked over to the coffee maker and promptly dumped out AN ENTIRE POT of freshly brewed, still dripping, in fact, on the brink of coursing through my veins COFFEE. Then asked me, “Oh, was that from this morning?”
He cleaned out the urn and started a new pot, then walked away leaving the kitchen tap running. When I turned it off, he asked, “Oh, did I leave that on?”
Clearly his brain wasn’t ready for his body to get out of bed yet.
